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Sleeping in the beetle bug |
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With a hundred pounds of air in my heart |
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Don't think that |
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I'm able to sympathize |
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I'm happier to see it gone |
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Floating above your house like a penguin |
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Dropping cherries from my mouth |
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Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out of a dreaming |
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Pair of brown eyed ghosts |
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In each of your eyes, |
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I saw it's spring |
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Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn |
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Grass is long and laughs |
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When the wind jumps through it |
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It must have started with that stick in the mud |
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That there's where clouds are born |
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Clouds can't stay where they are born |
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Winds push them so far from home |
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The sound of your laughter |
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Tiptoeing across the floor |
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Makes the deepest of red umbrellas |
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Able to inflate my smile |
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In each of your eyes, |
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I saw it's spring |
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Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn |
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Grass is long and laughs |
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When the wind jumps through it |
